heeey, I'm back! With a chapter that is a bit longer than normally, I think. Sorry sorry sorry for the long wait, but my muse didn't want to let me write this chapter;;
Anyway, I hope you'll like it, there is a hole bunch of plot in this chapter:)
And many thanks to all who have me on alert, favourites or reviewed! (even thou more could do the last thing...:P)
-Titels
Red Moon
Chapter 7: Hospitals...
After his pet and the foolish people who kept trying to get in the way had disappeared Muraki stood staring silently into the night. Drinking almost all of his Tsuzuki's blood had given him a strange thrill. He could still feel it in his veins, hot and sweet. He still had the taste left in his mouth, and he wanted more. It wasn't hard for him to figure out where the shadow master had taken them. With Tsuzuki in that state they would need a hospital, and there was only one close by. He would have no trouble entering there, and convincing a nurse to grant him entrance to his pet's room would not be a problem either. Yet he simply stood there, savouring the feeling of the dark blood that flowed through his veins. It was not the blood of a human, and Muraki laughed at himself for not noticing it earlier. It had been silly of him. But because of the revelation, he wasn't quite sure of his decision to turn the violet- eyed beauty yet, it was a waste of his delicious blood. And there were other ways to keep him close. No, he decided, he would not turn him yet. Let the hospital help him regain his strength, because he would need it, once Muraki decided to fetch him.
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When Tsuzuki woke up he was surrounded by white. The walls were white, the ceiling was white and so was the sheets on the bed he was currently lying in. A hospital, he thought. There was nothing strange with that, his body felt heavy and even moving just a little bit took a lot of effort from him. But somehow that too felt normal. Hadn't it been like this for a while now? Just him and the white room, his days wasting away. Nothing really mattered, did it? Slowly and with effort he turned his head to the right where he knew there would be a window. There stood a tree outside, it's leaves rustled from a slight breeze, the same one that moved the white curtain inside. The sun was setting. Tsuzuki knew that it meant the doctor would arrive soon. He always came when the sun was setting to take new tests, day after day. Tsuzuki didn't like it, but he couldn't muster the energy to care. After all, it had been happening for a long time now, and it was going to continue for a long time. The doctor had promised that. A soft click could be heard as the door opened, and Tsuzuki involuntarily stiffened. No matter how many times it happened, he could never get used to the tests, or the doctor. He had counted the number of steps it took the doctor to reach his bed. It was always 6. He counted them again as he heard him approach. One… two… three… four…
"Tsuzuki!"
Unexpectedly, someone called his name. It wasn't the doctor and Tsuzuki felt like crying in relief when he realised it was his best friend Watari. It had just been a bad dream. A doctor? What doctor? Tsuzuki had never been a test subject…
"I'm so glad you're all right!" Watari exclaimed, sounding like he was about to cry. All thoughts of doctors disappeared as his mind started focusing on his friend instead.
"What's wrong, Watari?" he asked.
He managed to turn himself over to face his friend with more willpower than actual force and faced Watari's pale and tired face. His friends face got a strange expression, somewhere between worry and happiness, and Tsuzuki didn't know what to make of it.
"You don't remember what happened?" he asked.
"No…" Tsuzuki answered, wondering if it was something he actually wanted to know, "Why don't you tell me?"
At this suggestion, Watari looked slightly queasy and glanced at the door as if he wanted to escape.
"Ahahaha," he laughed and looked everywhere except for at Tsuzuki, "You are still tired. Why don't I tell you when you feel a bit better?"
Tsuzuki did not fall for his suggestion. Something had happened, and for some reason Watari did not wish to tell him. Tsuzuki had a feeling that he should, though, and asked the golden haired scientist to tell him. Watari was going to argue against it, but when he met his friend's eyes he couldn't. They were so filled with determination that he realised that there wasn't even a point in arguing. Sighing, he looked out the window and started telling Tsuzuki what had happened the night before.
"Well… Do you remember that you were banned from going outside of the house at night?"
Tsuzuki nodded.
"And the fact that you sneaked out through the bathroom window?"
At this Tsuzuki had the decency to look slightly ashamed, but as he recalled the event, the later parts started to make themselves reminded, too. Suddenly he wasn't so sure he wanted to remember what took place the night before. Watari didn't notice this and just kept going. Since Tsuzuki had got him started, he wasn't about to stop halfway. Perhaps it was better to just get it over with too?
"Well, I'm not completely sure what happened on your end, since we weren't there, but as soon as we realised that you had escaped, we set out to look for you before something bad would happen. As luck would have it, I had brought 'Mr. I- can- see- you number 4' with me, (Only insert the data of the person you are looking for and it will lead you without fail! (see YNM v. 7, p. 37)), so we could find where you were quite fast. Just a couple of wrong turns, it still needs some fine adjustment, and there you were! That bastard vampire held you in his arms, that nice girl Maria laid on the ground!"
Watari continued ranting on and on about how bad Muraki was, but Tsuzuki wasn't listening. Watari hadn't told it all, but he had told enough for Tsuzuki to remember. His eyes filled with tears. Maria… it had been his fault that she died… It had always been his fault when people got hurt…
His train of thought was interrupted by a pair of arms that wrapped themselves around him, pressing him tight to Watari's chest in a comforting manner.
"It's ok, Tsuz, It's not your fault!" he whispered, "It is that sadistic bastards!"
After a long time, Tsuzuki spoke.
"It's all right now, Watari. You can let go."
After being comforted by his friend, Tsuzuki felt much better. He knew that it was Muraki's fault that Maria had died, and he was never going to forgive him for that. He silently vowed that the vampire would pay for what he had done. Soon after that he fell asleep again, the crying and anger had taken its toll on his already weakened body. Watari stayed in his room until he was fast asleep, and then quietly left the room with a last stroke over Tsuzuki's hair.'
"I'm not going to let that bastard hurt you anymore."
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That night a dark figure closed in on the hospital. There was a few girls exiting the hospital, and they couldn't help but stare admirably as he walked past them and into the hospitals entrance. As the automatic doors closed behind him he could hear their exited giggles and exclamations over meeting such a handsome man and envious sighs over the woman he must be bringing the wonderful roses to. He did not react to this, however, and simply went straight up to the nurse in the reception.
"I'm here to visit Mr. Asato Tsuzuki"
She gave him a sad smile, and was about to tell him that visiting hours was over for the day, and if he could come between 10 and 17 she would be thrilled to show him the way. But she didn't tell him, as her voice caught in her throat at the sight of how well his blonde, almost white hair reflected the usually bleak hospital lights. Then he spoke, once again asking to be shown where his friend were. She shook her head, and this time she managed to tell him that he would have to come back during visiting hours. He gave her a sad smile in return.
"I'm afraid that my job would not allow such a thing" he answered, "Would it not be possible to make an exception?"
And then he smiled again, a bright smile. Her resolve faltered. Really, what harm could it bring?
"Do you promise to keep quiet and not wake him up?"
The man nodded solemnly and promised on his fathers grave that he would do no such thing as waking his friend up. She pressed some buttons on the computer and asked him to give her the name of his friend again. The man did, and she took it upon herself to show him to the room, after asking a nurse who was in the resting area just next doors to keep an eye our for patients, during the few minutes she would be gone. As they walked, the receptionist let her words flow, as she kept up a constant conversation with the man. And even though his only response to most of her inquires were short, she felt like she was somehow special to the man. Eventually they arrived to room 217 where Tsuzuki laid, and the nurse felt very disappointed. But she knew the man was there for his friend, and so she quietly opened the door and said "go ahead and enter".
The man thanked her with another of his beaming smiles, and she felt like she was on cloud nine as she left to get back to work. Inside the room it was dark. It was a moonless light and no light shone outside of the window. It didn't matter for the man, as he found his way through the dark without effort and placed the roses on the table next to the bed, before turning toward the figure of Tsuzuki. A hand that still was warm from the blood he had stolen reached out to touch the face that still held the paleness of someone who has lost a lot of blood. He stroked the cheek gently, eyes focused on his pet as he took in the features of his face once again.
"So beautiful…" he murmured, and he felt the need to posses arise in him. For the time being he fought it back, it would not do to act without planning. But he could allow himself a small indulgence, he thought as he leant forward and touched his lips to Tsuzuki's. A small sigh of pleasure escaped the lips of Tsuzuki and Muraki smirked as he withdrew his lips. He could hardly wait till he had the violet- eyed beauty in his possession. Casting one final look at the sleeping man, he turned around and left the hospital.
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That night Watari couldn't sleep. He stalked the hospital corridors like a ghost, feeling extremely uneasy. He did not like that they were in the hospital where that bastard of a vampire could come and go as he pleased, and it worried him that he actually hadn't come. Despite how much Watari disliked the vampire, he knew that the other was no fool. He wouldn't have survived all those centuries Tatsumi claimed he had had he been a moron. And if the vampire was planning something, it must be even worse than just turning him, even though that thought made Watari shudder. Either way, he was going to protect his friend in all ways that he possibly could, and since he had none of his useful inventions with him, he had settled on patrolling the hallways. It was a though job, because all nurses or doctors he would run into in the hall would quickly usher him back to his room if they found him up and walking. And he wasn't even sick. Mulling over the annoyance that nurses was and keeping an ear sharp to find the nurses before they found him, he was surprised to hear a slightly hushed conversation coming from a staff room. Initially, he was going to turn around and walk some other way, because going close to that room would be like asking to be found. But a word stopped him. They had just mentioned Tsuzuki's name. His escape was cut short and he sneaked over to the door with as much agility and silence as a cat, or at least that's what he thought he did. Even so, the nurses and doctors in the room seemed quite busy gossiping, so they did not notice when Watari peeked into the room trough the partly open door. The person leading the gossip circle was an surprisingly old nurse, and Watari briefly wondered why they let old hags like her to work in a hospital. All nurses should be young and beautiful to please the patients! His mind didn't dwell on that issue for a very long time, as he started listening to what she was saying.
"No, I'm completely sure it's the same person! He was just as adorable when he was a little boy!" The old nurse exclaimed.
"But you also said you had only seen him once. And in a room that wasn't even supposed to be used!" She was given sceptical looks from some of her colleges. Unexpectedly, a doctor helped her out.
"But he could hold some connection to that old rumour." He glanced around the ring of nurses. Most of them looked at him with inquisitive eyes. "Well, I am the doctor of Mr. Tsuzuki, and I was also responsible of finding out what the patient was suffering from. And that was the odd thing…" he began and then paused to make sure that he had everyone's attention. And he did, the room was dead quiet and every person in that room and Watari was looking at him intently.
"… Despite the fact that he had no internal nor external wounds, almost all of his blood was gone!"
A collective gasp went through the crowd. The doctor seemed ecstatic over the attention he was getting.
" And that's not the only thing! Since we needed to know what kind of blood was needed for the transplant we had to take a small blood sample. But as soon as the needle left his body, the wound sealed itself and it was like it had never been anything in the first place!"
He gave them some time to think it over. After a while some excited murmurs could be heard, but as always there was a cynical who had to challenge the doctor.
"Well, come on! A small needle wound has been known to "heal" suddenly, or it's rather that they just don't find it again." At this the young nurse laughed roughly. "And how does this connect to the rumours anyway?"
Watari had to admit that the doctor seemed sure of himself, at the very least.
"Well, how else would you explain the loss of blood?" he asked, giving his audience a questioning look, "and also, a person who can heal wounds just like that?! It wouldn't be strange if some doctor found out and wanted to use the discovery to find out how it worked, and if it could help other people too. I'm sure some of you thought about it when I mentioned the healing, am I wrong?"
The nurse looked like she wanted to argue again, but he kept going and didn't leave any room for interruption.
"And well, it is very possible that he would keep it a secret. After all, the prize and fame goes to the one who discovered it, so I bet the doctor would want to keep it for himself. And since Gildred here claims it's the same person she saw… "
Sickened by what he had heard, Watari sneaked away from the room. Had Tsuzuki suffered as a living test subject in the past? He knew that there had always been a part of his life that Tsuzuki couldn't remember, when they had first met Tsuzuki had been a boy who didn't even remember his own family. If what the hospital staff were talking about really was what had happened to him, Watari was glad that Tsuzuki couldn't remember anything. Desolately he went to Tsuzuki's room, just barely missing Muraki as he went out from the hospital, and sunk down on the floor by the bed.
So, did you like it? If you did, please review, If you didn't please review and tell me why
Anyways, some YNM manga hints in this one, or well maybe only one then Anyway, surprisingly nice Muraki for a while there... Atleast he's being nice in my head, a bit too nice though. Oh well.
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